At The End Of The Rainbow Poem by Reagan A. Latumbo

I was a little kid,
reading books,
listening to my grandpa and grandma,
telling stories about the rainbow.

I was fond of it,
I was even sharing it,
Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.
With different colors I shaded, still thinking if pots of gold can be found at the end of it.

Years passed and it was clear,
That it was God's creativity that He created that Dear,
A sign of promise that humans will no longer have to bear,
A huge flood that wiped out everything but not all humans really care.

If I can reach the very end of the rainbow,
And find a pot of gold that will remember me and you,
I will create a promise that will last forever and true,
Full of love and inspiration that will prosper till eternity with you.